Mo Lingwei said: "I started to eat, Yun Liu is skillful, and makes some for me every day, my sister-in-law really has a heart."

He Wenhao looked at her complexion: "Why did you look so thin in just a short period of time? Don't be too tired. You need to rest more to replenish your blood."

Mo Lingwei lowered her head, her face flushed slightly.

She wanted to rest earlier, but she couldn't sleep peacefully until dawn every night.

Yun Liudao: "Our eldest lady probably thought too much. Before coming here, she went to Wuyin Temple to offer incense, lit the ever-burning lamp for Second Miss Mo, and donated money for sesame oil."

He Wenhao understood.

He was the one who knew the inside story in Yuncheng, but he didn't expect that Mo Jinlan would die so miserably in order to lure Dongyang spy and Dongyang warrior away for Mo Lingwei.

He Wenhao comforted: "The moon has its ups and downs, and people have their misfortunes and blessings, but you just need to be ashamed of your heart. Second Miss Mo can do this, the spirit of heaven must not want you to be depressed and frowning all day long."

Thinking of those dreams, Mo Lingwei whispered: "I know."

She understands the truth, but after closing her eyes and falling asleep, she becomes another world, and the whole person seems to be out of her control.

Seeing her appearance, He Wenhao smiled and said, "I'm in a hurry here, if you don't feel too tired, why don't you come over and help me keep an account?"

The north and south waters have been connected, and He Wenhao has to transport a large amount of materials and food from the north every day, which needs to be registered and organized one by one.

They have to be dispatched to shelters in various places every day, so they are very busy.

People in Yuncheng who can read may not be able to do this trivial work, and those who are illiterate can't distinguish these goods clearly, so they can only do some hard work.

These children, after all, are a little too young, embarrassing.

With He Wenhao and Renzhi, they are too busy to separate themselves, so it would be a great help to them if there is one more reliable person to help with the distribution and counting.

Mo Lingwei immediately agreed: "I'm idle all day long, and the sprain on my ankle hasn't completely healed yet, why don't I come here to help after breakfast every day..."

Seeing this, Yun Liu hurriedly said: "I also came to help, and I can tell at a glance which items our young lady specially sent to the young lady from Jincheng who entrusted him to the second young master."

Speaking of Jincheng, Mo Lingwei asked casually: "Second Master He, I heard that my brother sent troops south, do you know where he is?"

Didn't Yun Liu say that he would be able to reach Yuncheng in about seven days? Why hasn't he heard any reliable news until now.

He Wenhao paused, his eyes fell on Yun Liu, he hesitated to speak.

Mo Lingwei's heart suddenly raised: "Did something happen?"

Yun Liu was also in a hurry: "Second Master He, just tell the truth, the eldest lady of the province is thinking wildly again."

He Wenhao had no choice but to tell the whole story: "The Mohist army was halfway through, but was stopped by the people under Marshal Feng on the way. Marshal Mo didn't want to cause trouble, so he stopped halfway and set up camp."

"Why?" Mo Lingwei blurted out.

After a while, he figured it out: "Feng Jiajun is afraid that my brother won't leave after sending troops south to drive away the Dongyang Army?"

"Exactly." He Wenhao said, "Miss Mo, you don't have to worry about it, Young Marshal Feng didn't intend to stop Young Marshal Mo from coming over, he just followed his subordinates to do so.

Power is a very complicated existence for men. I believe Young Marshal Feng will handle these matters well, so you don't have to worry about it. "